I look forward to Mondays. Who thought that was possible? At around 7:30, I mosey to my 38R stop in the Tenderloin and take Muni to the Inner Richmond. There at the Abbey Tavern, local comedians Ben Kolina, Andrew Holmgren, and Jesse Hett host a hell of a show. Once

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart have featured Don’t Touch Me There a whopping total of five times over the past year. This offers up a number of possible explanations. It is, for example, possible that BAS, conscious connoisseur of all things comedic and sharp, sees a certain artistic strength and emotional maturity in

Being in Times Square always makes me want to murder everyone. It’s crowded, loud, covered in trash, the ads give you seizures – there is no end to its awfulness. But the worst are those people from the Ha! comedy club who stand on every corner soliciting you to attend

I went to this awesome comedy night last week.  If this recap doesn’t stoke your fire you must be made out of diamonds, in which case I’ll pawn your ass.  I’d be there again tonight, but I’m learning how to bartend in Queens from a Spainard who worked in Ibiza